...Eleven years ago...

Jungkook sat on the edge of his bed with his elbows propped to his thighs and his face buried in quivery palms. His heart ached excruciatingly, wailing at the unbearable pain his earlier fight with Taehyung struck into him. 

He was so madly in love with Taehyung he felt he couldn’t draw air into his lungs anymore. His chest burned every time he was with Taehyung, as if boiling water spilled over it. All of his forbidden feelings choked him when he rambled about his date with another guy, leading him to explode.

He snapped at Taehyung, telling him to leave him alone because he wasn’t in the mood to chat anymore. Taehyung had asked him what happened so suddenly, and Jungkook crossly repeated to leave him alone. He stormed away without looking back, leaving Taehyung at a standstill outside of the school with teary eyes. 

And there he was, after walking to his house alone instead with Taehyung as they had planned, drowned in despondency. A wreck of long-buried desires, with a writhing heart that kept him barely alive, only to torture him. 

A sudden, violent crash jolted Jungkook from his thoughts. The door flew open, slamming against the wall with a bang. Jungkook jerked his head up, startled, and took in the sight of Taehyung standing in the doorway. Taehyung’s chest heaved with shallow breaths, tears streaming down his cruelly contracted face. His chestnut brown eyes were red-rimmed, chock-full of tears, frantic. 

“What are you—”

“I can’t,” Taehyung choked out, stumbling into the room and slamming the door shut behind him. “I can’t do it anymore.”

Agony mixed with worry carpeted Jungkook’s features as he rose to his feet. “What do you mean?”

“I w-want your hug, Jungkook,” Taehyung said, his voice cracking as another gush of aching tears flowed out of his eyes. “Your—Your touch. Only. Your hug. No one’s hug feels like yours. It—It never did and I think it n-never will.”

Jungkook’s stomach twisted painfully, his heart hammering in his chest. “What... I—I don’t understand.”

“Yes, you do!” Taehyung suddenly vociferated, his hands balled into fists at his sides. “There’s no way you can’t see it. What else do I have to do for you to see it?”

Jungkook stared at him, his eyes two wide pools of sorrow and confusion, his throat feeling tight. “Tae. You’re not making any sense.”

“You idiot,” Taehyung croaked out between a stifled sob, his whole body trembling. “Why do you think I keep going on dates with others, Jungkook? Huh? And why do you think I keep telling you about them? I thought if I pretended hard enough, I would stop feeling like this. That it would stop hurting so fucking much.”

The realization formed in Jungkook’s frazzled mind, dazing him inside and out. But he still couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe that the meaning of Taehyung’s words was the one he crafted. That it was the one he so desperately wished it was. It sounded too heavenly to be true. 

“You still don’t get it?” Taehyung asked in a wrecked murmur, tears still tracing hot paths down his cheeks. “I’m in love with you, Jungkook. I’ve been in love with you since I can’t even remember. And I’m crying myself to sleep almost every night because you don’t feel the same!”

The world seemed to lag, just like Jungkook’s brain. His heart pounded so hard he could barely hear anything else, his breath freezing in his lungs as his eyes misted over. “You’re in love... with me.”

A broken laugh spewed from Taehyung’s mouth, that drowned in another gasping sob. “Yes. And you can’t snap at me and yell at me and ask me to leave you alone. You can’t. It hurts so much. Too much.”

“Taehyung, you idiot,” Jungkook blurted out in a shaky whisper. He stepped forward before his courage could waver, his hands reaching for Taehyung’s cheeks. He cupped his wet face in two loving palms, tilting it up so their eyes met. “You think I snapped at you because I wanted to? Because I’m mad at you?”

Taehyung blinked, the outflow of his tears decreasing as shock and hope messily tangled together seized him. “Then why—”

“I love you, Taehyung,” Jungkook uttered, desperation and longing leaking from each word as the wetness in his eyes dripped down. “I’m so in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you. Every time you told me about your crush or date, my heart ached so much I wanted to rip it out of my chest. But I was so scared you wouldn’t return my feelings I couldn’t bring myself to confess. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

Taehyung gaped at him, frozen, his lips trembling as though trying to form words but failing. The tears in his eyes started anew, not from pain this time, but from something sweeter, something tender and raw. He let out a fitful breath as he clutched Jungkook’s shirt at the sides. “You… You’re in love with me too.”

Jungkook nodded as a little smile broke out on his lips, his hands still cradling Taehyung’s face as if afraid to let go. His thumbs gently swiped away the tears trailing down Taehyung’s cheeks. “I thought I could bury it, but hearing you talk about someone else again... I—I couldn’t take it anymore. I snapped because it hurt too much.”

Taehyung’s chest quivered with another exhalation, a honeyed sigh of ultimate relief. He wiped his messy face with his sleeve, missing Jungkook’s warmth from his cheeks. He crashed into Jungkook instead, his arms wrapping around his neck in a fierce embrace. Jungkook stumbled back slightly, sucking in a breath as Taehyung clung to him like his life depended on it. His fingers tightened in Jungkook’s shirt, his face buried in his neck. 

“We’re such idiots,” Taehyung muttered against his skin. He felt Jungkook’s chest shake with the chuckle he released and copied it, all tension oozing out of him in the safety of his embrace. 

“Yeah, we are,” Jungkook whispered, squeezing him in his hug before he pulled back enough to look at him. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against Taehyung’s. They stayed like this for a moment, their breaths mingling, their tears falling in a slow trickle.

With a delicate, shaky whisper, Jungkook asked, “Can I kiss you?”

Taehyung’s lips curved into a tremoring smile, his heart fluttering. “Please.”

Their lips meshed together in a gentle touch, tentative at first, but quickly deepened as years of pent-up emotions spilled over. It was messy and desperate, but it was them. It was everything they had been too afraid to say, everything they had buried deep inside them. It was a promise, a confession, a deeper connection of their souls.

It was the beginning of their blazing love. 

They melted into the kiss, their hands holding each other close. They could taste their salty tears as their lips glided together and their tongues tangled in a needy dance of lust and love, but neither cared. Both had dreamed about this kiss for so many years. They craved it like oxygen and relished it until their jaws felt numb. 

When they broke apart, their foreheads pressed together, both gasping softly at the lack of air, their lips swollen and their faces flushed. Jungkook opened his eyes to find Taehyung gazing at him with a sweet smile, wearing a similar one on his traits. 

“Promise me,” Taehyung uttered, his voice fragile, his tears finally slowing. “We’ll share everything from now on. We’ll speak our minds freely. Even if it’s hard. Even if it scares us.”

Jungkook nodded, his hand skimming over Taehyung’s back in velvet caresses. “I promise, Tae. I love you so much,” Jungkook said, his own tears finally dry, his heart full. He tightened his arms around Taehyung, pressing him harder against his body. 

“I love you too, Kookie. So much.”

. . .

A mild wetness beaded along Taehyung’s lashes at the heartwarming memory, the corners of his lips fixed on a small, wistful smile. He sniffled, blinking away the tears from his vision before they could fall, and focused his attention on his reflection in the full-length mirror in front of him. 

His fingers combed through the silky strands of his hair, coaxing them into the perfect tousled look he aimed for. Two strong, familiar arms laced around his waist, startling him, his hands freezing midair. A soft breath slipped through his lips as he absorbed the way Jungkook nestled his chin on his shoulder, gazing at him through the mirror. 

“What were you thinking so intently that I managed to scare you?” Jungkook’s voice was low and tender, his lips brushing a kiss against the curve of Taehyung’s neck.

Taehyung, smiling delicately, continued styling his hair. “About the day we confessed our feelings. It just came to me.”

Jungkook hummed a sugary sound, watching Taehyung’s meticulous, light movements. “We have so many precious memories together. That’s definitely one of my favorites.”

“Mine too,” Taehyung said. A twitch of frustration crossed his face as he dropped his hands, a muted groan buzzing in his throat. “Ugh, I don’t like my hair today.”

Jungkook admired him in a moment’s silence, his eyes twinkling with absolute fondness. “Tae bear. Even if you shaved your head right now, you’d still be the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.”

Taehyung’s chest quivered with a flurry of angelic chuckles, his face scrunching up in a way that always made Jungkook’s heart ache with adoration. “Thank you. But this event is important. I want to look perfect.”

“You’re already perfect,” Jungkook whispered, his breath hot against the shell of Taehyung’s ear as he tightened his hold.

Taehyung’s lips quirked into a fond smile as he met Jungkook’s affectionate gaze in the mirror. Memories of countless nights spent standing before the mirror in his room with a wrecked heart, sunk in agony, flickered in his head. For five years, he had stood there alone, imagining this exact moment — Jungkook’s arms around him, his beautiful face so close, his warmth enclosing Taehyung so sweetly. 

And now, for the past two months, every time he stood in front of the mirror in Jungkook’s house, Jungkook was always there. As if he had never left. 

Jungkook frowned as he detected Taehyung’s unfocused eyes, though the smile on his stunning face didn’t wither. “What is it, Tae?”

“It’s nothing,” Taehyung said, his smile growing brighter, as though a ray of sunlight touched it. “It’s just... Whenever I stood in front of the mirror in my house the past five years, I kept seeing your face next to mine, like right now.”

“Tae,” Jungkook murmured, guilt shadowing his expression. “I’m sorry—” 

Taehyung hurried to turn around, bringing their chests together as he looped his arms around Jungkook’s nape. “No, Kook. I’m not saying this for you to apologize or make you feel bad. We’ve already put everything that happened behind us. I’m just saying... I’m so, so glad you’re here with me.”

Any vile spark of sadness that tormented Jungkook burned away in the comfort of his words, his body melting against Taehyung’s. “Me too, love.” He tilted forward, connecting their lips in a loving kiss, their tongues briefly brushing together. 

With a last peck on his lips, Taehyung twisted to face the mirror again and carried on his efforts to fix his hair. “This will take a while,” he said, sighing as his fingers tousled through the strands.

Jungkook snorted, pressing his lips on the side of his neck. “We have time. I’ll wait for you. Forever, if I have to.”

A suave giggle flowed through Taehyung’s mouth, his movements pausing. “Forever is a long time,” he teased, but his eyes betrayed how much he loved hearing those words.

Jungkook grinned, his arms secure around Taehyung’s belly, his chin resting on his shoulder. “With you, it won’t be long enough.”

Taehyung stayed silent, his eyes softening more as he held Jungkook’s gaze in the mirror, the quiet exchange filled with unspoken emotions. After a moment, he sighed contentedly, his fingers returning to his hair, carefully twisting a stray strand into place. 

Jungkook simply marveled at him, nestled against Taehyung’s back. He didn’t need to speak to convey the depth of his fondness; it radiated from his every glance, his every touch. He could spend hours like this — just admiring Taehyung in serene silence — and still feel like the happiest man alive. It was ridiculous how whipped he was, even though he knew Taehyung his whole life. 

Taehyung, finally satisfied, reached for a wet wipe and cleaned the gel from his fingers. He turned his head slightly, brows raising in playful expectation. “How do I look?” he asked, tilting his chin toward the mirror. “Is my hair better now?”

Jungkook’s eyes roamed over him, his lips curling into a smile that was as tender as it was genuine. “You look perfect.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes playfully at the expected compliment. “You’re biased.”

“Maybe,” Jungkook said, placing a light kiss on Taehyung’s temple. “But I’m also right. You could walk in there with your looking like you just stepped off a rollercoaster, and they’d still think you’re a masterpiece.”

Taehyung laughed, a rich sound that bounced on the walls, brimming the room with vibrancy. “You’re impossible.”

Jungkook’s face cut wide open by a coltish beam as he firmed up his grip around him. He smashed a kiss on Taehyung’s rosy cheek, then craned his neck a bit more to capture Taehyung’s lips in a mellow, lingering kiss. “And you’re irresistible,” Jungkook shot back in a whisper. “But seriously, you look amazing.”

Taehyung’s hand curled around Jungkook’s forearm, holding it loosely. “Thanks, Kookie.” His gaze shifted to their intertwined forms in the mirror, his smile clinging to his face persistently. “Look at us. We used to hate these things, and now we organized one.”

Jungkook huffed a gentle laugh. “I know. But we need to talk to people and win them over with expensive champagne. How else will people know about our casino?”

“Right. We didn’t even have a party for the opening of our security company, so… okay. I’ll survive this night.”

“Hmm.” Jungkook swiveled Taehyung around with a delicate pull, cocooning him in his embrace. “Even without the party, we already have a lot of clients. And we’re in business only for a month.”

Taehyung drew a small kiss on Jungkook’s lips, his hands clawing at his hips. “We’re that good, I guess.”

“Yeah, we are,” Jungkook uttered. “The best team.”

Taehyung’s grin widened. “And our house will be ready soon, too.”

“Yeah. They’ve been working hard for the past two months, so they better have it ready soon.”

Taehyung chuckled. “It’s my fault. I can’t decide what kind of floor I want, what color, what design, nothing. I’m too indecisive. And you always tell me to pick whatever I want. But the thing is, I don’t know what I want!”

A fond laugh vibrated in Jungkook’s throat as he pressed their foreheads together. “You’re adorable,” he breathed out, leaning in to kiss him. The kiss was brief, but it carried the kind of tenderness that always quietened Taehyung’s restless thoughts. 

Jungkook pulled back, his lips still stretched in a smile, exuding warmth. “I want this house to be your dream house. That’s why I keep telling you to pick whatever you want. And it’s okay to be indecisive, Tae. We have all the time in the world.”

Taehyung nodded slowly and united their lips again, as if he couldn’t survive a minute without kissing him. “We should get going,” Taehyung said reluctantly, his words a quiet sigh. “We can’t be late to our own event.”

“Yeah. Let’s get dressed.” Painting another kiss on Taehyung’s plump lips, Jungkook guided them toward the closet. 

Inside, their newly bought black suits hung neatly. Jungkook reached for his blazer, glancing back at Taehyung with a mischievous grin. “Ready to be the hottest guy in the room?”

Taehyung giggled, shaking his head as he grabbed his suit. “I’ll be the second hottest, since you’ll be there too.”

“Smooth,” Jungkook said, a lilt of amusement coloring his voice. 

With their slacks already on, the two wore their blazers over their burgundy dress shirts. 

As they sat on the edge of the bed to wear their shoes, Jungkook tossed his head to the side, nailing Taehyung with a curious look at the remembrance that struck him. “You didn’t tell me what Woosung said when you visited him at the prison yesterday.”

Taehyung halted the movement of slipping his shoe on. “Oh, right,” he murmured, a mild oppression settling over his shoulders as he resumed his task. “He said he hated Jina. He hated that she was more successful than him. The casino they had opened with Jaesuk wasn’t doing that well yet. And when he found out she would expand her business to other cities, he just flipped.” 

Jungkook released a gruff sigh, disapproval cloaking his face. “He’s so fucking disgusting.”

“Yeah. But at least he’ll be in jail for the rest of his pathetic life.”

Fully ready, Jungkook wrapped an arm around Taehyung’s back, pulling him close. “Exactly. He confessed to his crimes, since he knew there was no getting out of this with all the evidence the police had. Your mother and my father found the justice they deserved because of you, Tae. You’re amazing.”

Taehyung smiled sweetly, gravitating toward the warmth of Jungkook’s body. “We did it together, so we’re both amazing.”

The affection in Jungkook’s eyes burned brighter as he planted a kiss on Taehyung’s silky soft lips. “Ready to go?”

“Yes.”

They shared a loving smile, their hearts so full of emotion. Tonight wasn’t just about the event — it was about stepping into a future they’d built together, one they were determined to conquer, side by side. 

🥀

The sleek black car came to a smooth halt at the bottom of the grand mansion’s staircase, its headlights illuminating the wide stone steps that led to the eminent double doors. The mansion stood atop the hill, its widespread garden glittering by subtle, golden lights that mixed with the cool April breeze.

Jungkook stepped out first, giving his keys to the valet on standby with a grateful bow of his head. He moved to Taehyung’s side and offered a hand with a tender, reassuring smile adorning his traits. 

Taehyung accepted the gesture, sliding his hand into Jungkook’s as he slipped out of the car. His eyes waltzed over the mansion, assimilating the splendor they had handpicked for this night. Though he had seen it before, the sight still took his breath away. “This place feels unreal,” he said, his voice low and laced with awe.

“It’s ours for the night,” Jungkook replied, his gaze following Taehyung’s. “It should feel unreal.”

They ascended the steps together, their polished shoes clicking against the stone. The muffled hum of fountains in the garden on each of their sides was soothing, blending with the quietness of the night. 

They pushed open the heavy doors, stepping into the foyer that was alive with activity. Workers bustled around the spacious room, carrying trays of champagne flutes, arranging flowers, and adjusting the lighting.

The majestic chandelier above was as astonishing as Taehyung remembered when they had checked this place a week ago. Sophistication and wealth emanated from the space, with floral arrangements, sleek furniture, and a bar overloaded with bottles of high-quality liquor.

“Mr. Jeon. Mr. Kim,” a voice called out, and one of the event coordinators approached them with a tablet in hand. “Everything is proceeding as planned. We’ll be ready to open in half an hour.”

“Perfect,” Jungkook said with a smile. 

Taehyung, meanwhile, allowed his gaze to wander. His eyes settled on the large staircase that wound upward, leading to meeting rooms where they would discuss business with tonight’s wealthiest guests if they needed privacy. The jazz musicians checked their instruments at the side, where they had placed a small stage just for them. 

Jungkook sneaked an arm over Taehyung’s lower back, bringing him close. “Should we double-check the champagne? You know how rich people are about their drinks.”

Taehyung chuckled, nudging him lightly. “They’ll survive if it’s not perfect. But it will be perfect because we planned every detail.”

Jungkook smirked. “That’s the confidence I love to see.”

They moved further into the room, greeting workers and ensuring everything was in place. The air buzzed with anticipation, much like the energy between them. 

The clock ticked closer to the opening hour, and before they knew it, the mansion bristled with low conversations as guests started to flood in. From their position near the bar, Jungkook and Taehyung spectated the guests and the cascade of opulence they brought along. 

A little frown fell over Taehyung’s features upon failing to spot their five friends. “Where are our friends?”

“They’ll be here. Don’t worry,” Jungkook said, slanting closer to place a reassuring kiss on Taehyung’s cheek. 

Taehyung found reprieve at the sweet action and swept the room with an eager view. “Everyone looks astonishing.” 

Jungkook chuckled, his eyes scanning the growing crowd as well. “It’s their game face. Half of them probably hate these things as much as we do.”

“And the other half?” Taehyung asked with a knowing smirk, gently swirling the glass of champagne in his hand. 

“Live for it,” Jungkook quipped, grinning. “Let’s hope they’re the ones who want to throw their money at our casino.”

The lovebirds exchanged a glance, a shared determination in their eyes. With a small nudge, Jungkook nodded toward the crowd. “Shall we greet our guests?”

“Lead the way, love,” Taehyung said, a softness meant only for Jungkook brightening his eyes. 

The two blended with the crowd, greeting the guests with smiles and making small talk. They were magnetic — a striking pair in their gleaming black suits, their chemistry undeniable. 

Taehyung could never imagine he would find himself in this position — chatting with filthy rich entrepreneurs and trying to win them over. But this time, he enjoyed every minute of it because he was with the love of his life, working to create a future together that both had dreamed of. 

More guests began to approach, each eager to exchange greetings with the hosts. Now and then, they shared brief, tender glances or subtle touches — a hand on the back, a brush of fingers — every gesture done insensibly, out of habit, out of mutual love. 

Taehyung leaned toward Jungkook as they took a short break near the edge of the stairs. Jungkook’s hand rubbed loving caresses on his back as he pressed a feathery kiss on Taehyung’s temple. 

A waiter drew closer, offering them champagne. Jungkook took two glasses, handing one to Taehyung. They clinked their glasses lightly, their gazes lingering on each other with an undercurrent of admiration. “To the casino, to tonight,” Taehyung said, his voice just loud enough for Jungkook to hear, “and to us.”

Jungkook’s smile was dazzling as he nodded. “To us.”

They sipped their second drink, savoring the smooth jazz music playing faintly in the background. A grin burst onto Jungkook’s face as Minseok breezed into his vision, champagne in hand, his presence emitting natural confidence. “Minseok-ssi.”

The said man cracked a delicate smile, looping an arm around Jungkook. “Hey, guys.”

“How have you been?” Jungkook asked, patting his back. 

Minseok exhaled dramatically, though his eyes twinkled with humor as he drew back. “Good, even though I lost my best man.” His tone carried a mischievous edge, but there was a touch of stifled bitterness behind it. 

Jungkook let out an amused chuckle. “Aww, do you miss me?”

Minseok rolled his eyes at Jungkook’s obvious teasing, though he replied with sincerity, “Of course I do. I still haven’t found your replacement, so if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

“Sorry, Minseok-ssi. I already have too much to handle with our company and our new casino.”

“I know, I know,” Minseok sighed, then took a sip of his drink. 

“Did the police bother you again?” Taehyung asked. 

“No. They don’t have evidence of my involvement in the attacks, so it’s Woosung’s word against mine. They can do nothing about it.”

“That’s a relief,” Jungkook said, his shoulders relaxing visibly. “I wouldn’t want you to go to jail for us or live in hiding.”

Minseok snorted gently, an inkling of playfulness curling the corner of his lips. “I know. You love me too much.”

Muted chuckles floated around them from all three, the lighthearted banter sending coziness through their system.

Jungkook’s gaze grew warm with gratitude as it anchored on Minseok. “I do, actually,” he admitted, his voice a mellow murmur, rich in honesty. “Thank you for everything you did for me. For us.”

The naturally sharp characteristics of Minseok’s face mollified with the genuine smile that tinged them. “Jaesuk would be so proud of you, Jungkook. I know I am. So proud of you.”

The touching words sifted through Jungkook’s senses like a pleasant breeze, warming his heart. An emotional swell tightened his chest, his vision blurring with unshed tears. 

“This is so sweet,” Taehyung whispered, squeezing Jungkook’s hand as he espied the thin layer of tears sparkling in his eyes. 

Taehyung’s gesture nudged Jungkook out of his silence, the smile on his face widening. “Thank you, Minseok-ssi.”

“Don’t,” Minseok said under his breath, shaking his head. “Go win over these filthy rich people.” He reached out, tapping Jungkook’s back in mild pats of affection. 

With a nod from Jungkook and another appreciative smile, he shuffled off with Taehyung beside him, their hands securely laced together. 

“Jungkookie!” 

The familiar chirp of Sung Ryung’s voice drew their attention, paralyzing their steps. They turned to see her and Jihyun hurry closer, lavish dresses enveloping their graceful figures. 

“Hey, mom,” Jungkook said, then aimed an affable smile at Taehyung’s mother. “Hello, Jihyun-ssi.”

Taehyung greeted them as well, a pool of warmth blooming in his core upon seeing them together. For the past two months, Sung Ryung and Jihyun started talking again, mending their broken bond over shared meals, long talks, and a mutual desire to heal. They spent time all together in Sung Ryung’s house, and Jihyun even stayed over sometimes.

They also visited Jihyun’s new house often, keeping her company and helping her through the pain her ex husband’s actions afflicted on her. All of them had scars from Woosung’s actions, but together, they could overcome anything. 

“We haven’t seen you two all day,” Jungkook said, his tone light with teasing. 

“We got too caught up with our shopping,” Jihyun said with a perky wave of her hand. “How’s it going here? Do you need any help?”

“No, mom,” Taehyung answered, a gentle laugh wrapping around his words. “Everything is going well. You two just enjoy the party and relax. You already helped enough with the preparations.”

“I know how we can help,” Sung Ryung chimed in, her gaze glittering with eagerness as she glanced at her friend. “We should put in a good word for our boys to the guests!”

“Mom.” Jungkook leveled a look at her, half exasperated, half amused. “Just don’t embarrass us.”

“Embarrass you?” Sung Ryung gasped, feigning offense. “We would never! Let’s go, Jihyun-ah.” 

Taehyung and Jungkook giggled as they watched the pair saunter off, excitement quickening their steps. “They’re so gonna embarrass us,” Taehyung muttered, shaking his head fondly. 

“Without a doubt,” Jungkook said, his laugh low and brimmed with gentleness. “But that’s part of their charm.”

The night carried on with Taehyung and Jungkook mingling among the wealthy guests, winning them over with their charm. They worked the room as a team, sharing polite smiles, firm handshakes, and witty small talk that left a lasting impression.

As one conversation wound down, Taehyung’s sharp gaze caught their five closest friends entering the mansion, dressed in crisp black suits. His expression instantly soured. “Our friends are here,” Taehyung said with prominent reproach. “If I can even call them that, since they’re an hour late to our most important event.”

A little snort escaped Jungkook at the adorable frown that framed his baby’s face. “Don’t be so harsh, Tae. It’s okay.”

“Yeah, right,” Taehyung gritted out, then jolted forward, stomping his way to the group. Arms folded firmly across his chest, he planted himself in front of the group, eyes flaying them with condemnation. “Look who finally showed up.”

The group froze, picking up on Taehyung’s simmering frustration at once; it burned vividly in his eyes, vibrated in his stern tone, and emanated from his contracted muscles. 

“Sorry, Tae,” Hoseok said, his traits bathed in remorse. “But we’re here now!”

“Where were you?”

“Well, uh, we... lost track of time,” Seokjin said, his usual confidence faltering under Taehyung’s intense scrutiny. “We didn’t miss anything important, right?”

Taehyung’s vision narrowed to a pinprick, suspicion raging around his core. There was something taut in the surrounding air, a stealthy type of energy that baffled him, prickling at his instincts. “You’re hiding something.”

“No, we’re not!” Jimin blurted out, a harried chuckle following his exaggerated response. 

Yoongi slashed Jimin with a judgmental look, tipping closer to murmur, “Great, now he definitely believed us.”

“Shut up,” Jimin hissed back, nudging Yoongi with his elbow.

Namjoon stepped forward with a confident smile and stood beside Taehyung, placing a reassuring hand on his back. “As Hoseok said, we’re here now.” Namjoon cast a glance at Jungkook, raising his brows in a silent question. Once given a discreet nod, Namjoon redirected his focus to Taehyung again. “Let’s go to the kitchen to see if everything is ready for the buffet.”

Taehyung hesitated, the nagging suspicion gnawing at him. But Namjoon’s steady tone and Jungkook’s encouraging smile mollified him enough to let it slide — for now. With a quiet sigh, he drew a kiss on Jungkook’s cheek before following Namjoon toward the kitchen.

The moment Taehyung was out of sight, Jungkook’s expression crumpled with a dour look. Frustration crept up his neck like a scalding wave, his jaw clenched tight as he pointed an accused finger at them. “All of you suck at lying so bad!”

“Sorry, okay? I panicked,” Seokjin uttered. 

“I can’t lie,” Jimin defended, throwing up his hands. “You know that.”

“I think I did pretty good,” Hoseok chimed in, shrugging one shoulder with a grin that earned him a glare from Jungkook.

“I didn’t do anything,” Yoongi pointed out, lifting his hands as though discarding any shred of responsibility. 

Jungkook groaned, the sound gruff in his throat as he massaged his temples. “Did you at least bring everything?”

“Yes,” Yoongi affirmed. “We should start now. We don’t have much time.”

With Jungkook’s sharp nod, the five friends scrambled to action. 

In the kitchen, Taehyung paced beside Namjoon, his arms still folded over his chest and his brows furrowed. He couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling that something was off. Chefs and staff buzzed around them, making final touches to the buffet arrangements, but Taehyung’s focus was elsewhere.

“You’re unusually quiet,” Namjoon observed, leaning against a counter. 

“I know they’re hiding something,” Taehyung muttered, stealing a glance toward the door as though expecting Jungkook to burst in. “They were all acting so suspicious.”

“Tae, you’re overthinking. You were angry, and they just panicked.”

A long sigh flowed out of Taehyung as his shoulders dropped, letting his arms hang at his sides. “Maybe you’re right.”

Namjoon offered a gentle squeeze to Taehyung’s shoulder, a knowing smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “I am right.”

They stayed in the kitchen for a while, inspecting the finishing touches. Together, they exchanged thoughts about the buffet’s layout and last-minute preferences for the order of dishes and decorations. 

With everything ready, Namjoon guided Taehyung out of the kitchen and back into the main hall. As they entered, Taehyung immediately noticed a change in the room. The lighting was dimmer now, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. Rose petals — satin, deep red — were scattered across the grand staircase, forming a path that led to the second-floor balcony.

“What…” Taehyung whispered, his voice trailing off as he tilted his head up.

A single, brighter light clicked on, illuminating the top of the staircase. There stood Jungkook in a confident stance, holding a microphone. His eyes found Taehyung’s instantly, bubbling over with emotion, and his smile radiated through the room.

The chatter among the guests hushed to a quiet murmur as Jungkook’s voice echoed through the hall. “Good evening, everyone,” he began, his tone steady but tinted with unmistakable warmth. “First, I want to thank you all for being here tonight. This party is not just a celebration of our casino opening, but a celebration of the people who made it possible. We’re so grateful to each one of you. And we hope our guests will visit our casino.”

Jungkook paused, his gaze searching for Taehyung again. Their eyes locked in a sparking connection, as if time itself had frozen to allow them a moment of tacit admiration. 

“But tonight,” Jungkook continued, his voice melting into ultimate softness, “there’s one person I need to thank more than anyone else. Someone who’s been my partner in every sense of the word. Someone who’s been by my side in every struggle and every happy moment. Taehyung.”

A ripple of whispers and muffled exclamations spread through the crowd as Jungkook descended a few steps. “Taehyung. I’ve known you my whole life, and since I can remember myself, I was always in love with you. We spent five years apart because of me — because of a situation I couldn’t control. Five years of pure pain. But our love is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. And I’m so grateful to you. Thank you for giving me another chance to make you happy.”

By now, Taehyung’s hands were shaking slightly, his wide eyes glistening with tears. His pulse thrummed along his overwhelmed senses, his stomach a knot of tingling anticipation. 

Jungkook’s lips trembled as he attempted to continue, an unbearable load of bone-deep, loving emotions squashing his chest. “You’re my world, Taehyung. My home, my strength, my everything. Every dream I’ve ever had, you’ve made brighter. Every struggle, you’ve made it easier just by being there. You always support me, take care of me, make me so, so happy. And you love me. You’ve shown me what love is, in its purest, most beautiful form.”

A fitful breath broke out of Taehyung as tears rained down his face, his quivery hand flying up to his mouth to silence himself. He was frozen in place, barely aware of Namjoon nudging him subtly toward the staircase.

Jungkook took the final steps down to meet him at the base of the stairs, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small velvet box. He went down on one knee, flipping the box open to reveal a stunning ring — a delicate yet bold design, shimmering in the dim light.

“Kim Taehyung,” Jungkook said, his voice breaking with emotion as the tears he was fighting back for a while now finally trickled down his cheeks. “Will you marry me?”

The room fell silent, the world narrowing to just the two of them. All of Taehyung’s senses flared; tears of utmost bliss cascaded down his face faster, his frame shaking, his heart hammering against his ribcage. 

Taehyung covered his mouth with his hands again as he nodded fervently, choked words tumbling out and tripping over each other. “Yes, yes, yes, a million times yes!”

Jungkook’s face broke into a wide, tearful grin as he slipped the ring onto Taehyung’s tremoring finger. Rising to his feet, he crushed Taehyung into his arms, holding him so tightly, never wanting to let go again.

The room erupted into applause and cheers, the guests spectating the moment with warm smiles and tearful eyes. Rose petals fluttered down from above, scattered by unseen hands, highlighting the magic of the scene.

Jungkook claimed Taehyung’s lips in a strong yet delicate kiss, full of desire and fondness. A kiss that spoke of devotion, of gratitude, of a love that would last a lifetime. They brushed each other’s tears away as they withdrew slightly, soft grins shining on their faces. 

“I love you, Kook,” Taehyung said, his voice a dulcet whisper, trembling with all the emotions that consumed him. “Forever.”

Jungkook laughed through his tears, connecting their lips with another short, sweet kiss. “I love you too, Tae. Forever.”

Their friends and family surged forward, surrounding them in a sea of laughter and tearful embraces. Yoongi was subtly wiping at his eyes, Seokjin dramatically cried into Namjoon’s shoulder, and even Jimin, who couldn’t stop grinning, clung to Hoseok as they watched the heartwarming scene. 

Sung Ryung and Jihyun wept harder than all of them, clutching each other as their emotions poured freely. But what truly surprised everyone was Minseok’s tears. The seven friends didn’t miss their chance to tease him about it, the ripples of laughter they shared a short pause from all the crying. 

Taehyung interlaced his hand with Jungkook’s, tugging him closer to their friends and family. His tear-streaked face was glowing, a luminous mixture of elation and gratitude. “Thank you,” he said, looking around at everyone. “For being here, for supporting us... for everything. This moment wouldn’t be the same without all of you.”

Jungkook nodded, squeezing Taehyung’s hand. “We’re lucky to have you all.”

“Okay, okay,” Sung Ryung said, stepping forward and wiping her tears. “I’ll stop crying now. But only because I want to see that ring up close!”

Jihyun laughed softly, pulling Taehyung into a tight hug. “Congratulations, sweetheart. You both deserve all the happiness in the world.”

“Thanks, mom,” Taehyung uttered. As he drew back from his mother’s hug, his gaze flickered toward his friends, narrowing playfully. “So this is what you were hiding earlier, huh?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi admitted with a smirk. “We were in charge of the ring and the rose petals, but…” He trailed off, throwing a pointed glance at Jimin.

“Someone forgot to bring the petals,” Seokjin added with mock sternness, crossing his arms.

Jimin’s face twisted in exaggerated offense as everyone turned to him. “I said I was sorry! How was I supposed to know I was in charge of the petals? It wasn’t exactly clear!”

The group exploded into laughter, the lighthearted joshing washing away any lingering tension as Jimin’s pout quickly transformed into a grin. 

“Everything turned out perfectly, so it’s okay,” Jungkook said, reaching out to pat Jimin’s shoulder.

“Everything was indeed perfect,” Taehyung said. “I just wish Jiyu was here.”

“I know,” Jungkook sighed mildly. “Me too. But we couldn’t bring her for obvious reasons. We’ll tell her all about it tomorrow.”

Taehyung nodded, finding his smile again that was momentarily concealed by a scintilla of gloom at Jiyu’s absence. 

The room remained alive with laughter, coziness, and celebration — friends bantering, families embracing, and congratulations from the guests floating through the air like the rose petals scattered earlier.

As the party carried on, Jungkook found his way to Taehyung once more, sneaking behind him. He twined his arms snugly around Taehyung’s waist, pressing him close to his chest. “So,” he whispered against Taehyung’s ear, his voice smooth and affectionate, “how does it feel to be my fiancé?”

Taehyung tilted his head, a contented smile spreading across his lips as his stomach fluttered in wavelets of love. Turning to meet Jungkook’s gaze, he placed a light kiss on his lips. “It feels like a dream. But also like the start of forever.”

Jungkook’s smile deepened, his heart overflowing with adoration. “Forever sounds just perfect with you.”

In that moment, surrounded by friends and family, everything felt exactly as it should be: timeless, full of love, and infinite. It was the ultimate beginning of their life together, a promise to make their dreams come true and face every challenge side by side. 

They were made for each other, bound by something deeper than fate — a love nurtured over years of friendship, sculpted from hardship, and polished into something unbreakable. There was nothing that could split them apart again because they would never allow it. 

They were more than ready to share their lives and fill them only with happy moments, as they deserved. Together always. Side by side. 

Forever. 

🥀

Epilogue

April, 2032

The early afternoon sun bathed the living room in a warm light as Taehyung lounged on the couch, a cup of hot chocolate in one hand and a tablet resting on his thigh. The house was peaceful, exactly the atmosphere he needed to check the earnings from their businesses and take care of unfinished tasks. 

That peace, however, shattered with a bang as the front door burst open.

“TAEHYUNG OPPA!”

Taehyung barely had time to blink before eighteen-year-old Jiyu sprinted through the door, dropping her bag in the middle of the floor as she ran toward him. Her wide, sparkling eyes screamed excitement, a beam engraved on her lips as she chanted his name in a squeaky, rushed string of words. 

“Taehyung oppa! Taehyung oppa! Taehyung oppa!”

Taehyung watched her with brows raised in surprised amusement, light giggles tumbling from his throat. “Whoa, slow down,” he released between his laughter, setting the tablet and hot chocolate aside as she threw herself onto the couch beside him, out of breath but still beaming with elation. “What’s going on?”

Jiyu grasped Taehyung’s hands in a crushing hold. “Oppa, oppa, you won’t believe what happened!”

“Whatever happened must be good, since you can’t stop smiling,” Taehyung said, a twinkle of playfulness coating his words.

“Hyunwoo kissed me!” she blurted, high-pitched, incoherent sounds of utter enthusiasm leaking out. “He kissed me!”

Taehyung’s smile unfolded into a grin as a soft gasp fell from his lips. “Really? It was about time.”

“I know!” Jiyu clapped her hands together and plopped back against the cushions, gazing up at the ceiling as though it had Hyunwoo’s face carved on it. “It was so... perfect. We were just talking after class at the park, and then boom! He asked if he could kiss me and I didn’t have the patience to even answer first. I leaned in and kissed him.”

“I know how much you wanted this,” Taehyung said warmly, reaching over to ruffle her hair. “Hyunwoo’s a good kid. I’m glad he makes you happy.”

Traces of Jiyu’s joy burned off her countenance as a sudden thought thundered down on her. “But—But listen! You can not tell Jungkook oppa about this. Please.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow, disapproval glinting in his eyes mixed with a notion of amusement. “Jiyu-yah... He’ll be happy for you.”

“No, he won’t!” Jiyu groaned as she sat straighter, the tips of her lips hanging stubbornly. “Remember what he had said? He told me not to kiss anyone until I turned twenty! He’ll freak out. You have to promise me you won’t say anything!”

Taehyung laughed, shaking his head. “Jiyu-yah, I’m not keeping secrets from Jungkook. Besides, you should tell him yourself.”

Jiyu stared at him as though he’d just suggested walking into a room full of poisonous snakes. “Are you crazy? He’ll yell at me!”

“He won’t yell at you,” Taehyung assured her, reclining in his seat. “You know he loves you. He might act dramatic and harsh for a second, but he’ll come around.”

Before Jiyu could argue further, the sound of the front door opening reverberated through the house.

“We’re home!”

Jiyu glaciated, the color draining out of her face as Jungkook entered, carrying Haeun in his arms while Jiwoo ran ahead, his backpack bouncing with every step. Their five-year-old kids were grinning from ear to ear, their giggles flooding the space as they rushed toward Taehyung.

“Daddy!” Jiwoo called, flinging himself onto the couch as Haeun squirmed out of Jungkook’s hold to follow her oppa.

“Hey, my loves,” Taehyung greeted them as he scooped Jiwoo onto his lap and welcomed Haeun into his embrace as well seconds later. 

As the kids chattered excitedly about their day, Jungkook set the bags on the couch to their left and took his seat next to Jiyu. He considered Jiyu in a moment’s silence, identifying her reluctance to glance at him and her uneasy stance. “Why are you so awkward?”

A new tension seized Jiyu’s form, her eyes still refusing to meet her oppa’s gaze. “M’not,” she mumbled. 

Jungkook’s brows squeezed together harder as he zoomed in on her, clearly unconvinced. “Jiyu-yah.”

Jiyu dared a peek to confirm the stern, disapproving stare her oppa had pinned on her. She quickly looked away from it. Taehyung monitored the scene with thinly veiled amusement as Jiyu fumbled for words, her face flushing. “It’s nothing! Uh... I mean... I—um—”

“Jeon Jiyu,” Jungkook said, his voice distinctively firmer. “Spill it. Now.”

With a frustrated huff, Jiyu sprang to her feet and grabbed Jungkook’s hand. “Fine. Come with me. The kids don’t need to hear this.”

Jungkook blinked in confusion as she dragged him toward the kitchen. “Wait, what? What’s going on? What did you do?”

Taehyung chuckled under his breath as he held Jiwoo and Haeun tighter. “Your aunt’s in trouble,” he whispered to them with a dramatic effect, eliciting a giggle from the two.

In the kitchen, Jiyu paced nervously as Jungkook leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “Alright, what’s this about?”

Jiyu slowed to a stop, drawing a fortifying drag of air into her lungs. She twisted to face him, maintaining a good amount of space between them. “Okay, promise you won’t get mad.”

“Jiyu-yah...”

“I’m serious! Promise!”

Jungkook viewed her through austere eyes, then sighed, expelling a grain of his strictness with his exhalation. “Fine. I promise. Now tell me.”

Jiyu wavered. She covered her face with her palms, squeezing her eyes shut. “Hyunwoo kissed me.”

Silence hung in the air as Jungkook processed the statement. Hard creases swept over Jungkook’s forehead, his jaw locked tautly, set like a rock. “Did he ask for permission first?”

Jiyu kept her face hidden as she hastened to say, “Yes! I swear he did.”

Jungkook’s harsh facade mellowed as he inched closer. He curled his fingers around Jiyu’s wrist, pushing her hands down gently. “Honestly, I’m surprised it didn’t happen earlier.”

Jiyu blinked, the fear and remorse clouding her face switching into pure shock. “You... Really?”

Jungkook’s lips tilted into a faint smile as he held her hands on each of her sides. “Yeah. I know Hyunwoo. He’s a good kid. I could see the way he looked at you. You two often reminded me of me and Taehyung.”

Jiyu exhaled in relief, her shoulders sagging as all the tension seeped out of her frame. “So you’re not mad?”

“I’m not mad,” Jungkook said, pinching her rosy cheek. “But listen to me, Jiyu-yah. Kissing is one thing, but sleeping with him is a big no until you’re an adult. You understand me?”

A groan jumped out of Jiyu, embarrassment rushing through her core. “Oh my God, oppa, stop! Why would you even say that?”

“It’s not embarrassing,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. “It’s healthy to talk about these things. I’m just being clear.”

“Please stop,” Jiyu begged, her voice a whiny whisper. “You’re literally the most embarrassing oppa ever.”

Jungkook chuckled, bending over to draw a kiss on the top of her head. “You’ll thank me someday.”

Jiyu lifted her head to glare at him, but there was no real frustration in it — only warmth and humor. “Doubt it. But I understand. You know you can trust me on that matter. And Hyunwoo too.”

Jungkook nodded, offering her a gentle smile as he caressed her cheek. “I know.”

As they re-entered the living room, Jiyu muttering under her breath about overprotective oppas, Jungkook smirked at Taehyung. “She told me.”

Taehyung beamed, bouncing Haeun and Jiwoo gently on his lap. “Told you it wasn’t so bad.”

Jiyu collapsed onto the couch with a sigh. “You’re both impossible.”

Jiwoo tilted his head curiously. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Jiyu rushed to say, shooting Jungkook a look.

Jungkook simply smiled, settling onto the couch beside Taehyung and wrapping an arm around his waist. “It’s a secret between me and your aunt.”

Before Jungkook could coo over how cute their kids’ laughter was, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Frowning in mild curiosity, he fished it out and glanced at the screen. His eyebrows popped apart as he read the caller ID — Hope Adoption Agency.

“Who is it?” Taehyung asked quietly, sensing the change in Jungkook’s demeanor. 

Jungkook held up a finger to signal for a moment and accepted the call. “Hello?”

The kids continued playing, tickling each other, their chatter rippling through the room, but Taehyung’s attention remained strictly on Jungkook. He observed as Jungkook straightened, his face shifting from curiosity to something brighter, softer — a joy that lit up quietly but undeniably.

“Yes... Yes, that’s us,” Jungkook said into the phone, his voice poised but edged with anticipation. He listened for a moment, then nodded even though the caller couldn’t see him. “Of course. That’s amazing! Thank you so much! We’ll be in touch to finalize everything.”

By the time Jungkook ended the call, his face was glowing. He turned to Taehyung, his eyes shimmering with happiness and rising tears. “Tae,” he uttered, his voice vibrating with emotion.

“What? What is it?” Taehyung asked as he delicately slid their kids off his lap and scooted closer to Jungkook, heart racing just from seeing Jungkook’s expression.

Jungkook reached for his hand, cradling it between his own. “The adoption agency just called. They approved us to adopt another child.”

Taehyung gripped the edge of the couch harder with the violent clench of his body. He gaped at Jungkook, the words spiraling around his senses until they settled. “Are you... Are you serious?” Taehyung whispered, a hopeful gasp cutting through his question. 

Jungkook embraced Taehyung’s cheek, giving him the softest of smiles as he nodded. “We’re going to have a third kid, Tae.”

Taehyung slapped a hand over his mouth as a hot wetness prickled his eyes. “I can’t believe this...”

Jungkook muffled Taehyung in his hug, smoothing his hand up and down his back in tender strokes. Taehyung melted into his arms, laughing gently against his shoulder as Jungkook planted a kiss on the side of his head.

“What’s happening?” Jiyu asked, since she was unable to hear anything they said with the kids’ loud chatter and laughter. Jiwoo and Haeun snapped their heads to the side, their eyes swelling upon detecting their crying state. 

“Dads! Why—Why are you crying?” Haeun asked as she rushed to climb over their laps. 

Taehyung wiped his eyes with his sleeves, pulling back from Jungkook’s hug to make room for her. “We have some exciting news.”

Jiwoo’s little face contorted with a curious frown. “What news?”

Jungkook motioned for Jiwoo to come over, and when the boy perched on his lap, his smile grew brighter. “You two are going to have another sibling soon.”

Haeun’s eyes bulged, her tiny hands clasping together. “A baby?”

“Well,” Jungkook explained with a feathery chuckle, “not a baby. “A three-year-old boy named Yejun.” 

Haeun’s mouth stretched into a wide grin. “Yay!”

Jiyu, who had been quietly taking in the news, couldn’t hold back her own beam. “That’s amazing, oppas,” she said, sincerity slipping through the cracks of her suave tone.

Jiwoo tugged on Taehyung’s sleeve. “Can I share my toys with him?”

Taehyung’s heart swelled with adoration as he squeezed him into his embrace. “You can share as much as you want, baby. He’ll be so lucky to have you as his hyung.”

Jungkook’s warm gaze wandered around at his family, his chest so chock-full of bliss it felt as though it could explode at any moment. “How about we go to the park?”

“Yay! Park!” Haeun squealed, wiggling out of her parents’ lap to bounce around the room.

Jiwoo hopped down after her, stopping only to tap Jungkook’s thigh. “Can we bring snacks, too?”

“Of course,” Jungkook chuckled, ruffling his hair. “Snacks and a blanket for a little picnic.”

“Yay!” Jiwoo joined his sister, already making plans out loud about what they’d play.

Jiyu rested her head against the back of the couch, a mellow smile ghosting over her lips at the scene. “You two are really the best parents, you know that?”

“We try,” Taehyung said, tweaking her ear teasingly. “And don’t think you’re off the hook yet. You’re coming to the park with us.”

“Fine,” she groaned dramatically, though her smile betrayed her enthusiasm at the invitation. “But I’m calling dibs on the swings before the kids take over.”

Jungkook snorted, rising from the couch. “You’re eighteen. Are swings really still that thrilling?”

Jiyu shot him a mischievous glare. “I’ll never be too old for swings, thank you very much.”

Taehyung broke out laughing as he stood as well, helping Jungkook gather jackets and shoes. They packed a few snacks — some juice boxes, fruit, and cookies — while Jiyu stayed in the living room, playfully supervising the kids, who were still bouncing with elation.

With jackets bundled up and shoes fastened, they all piled into the car, Jungkook taking the wheel while Taehyung sat in the passenger seat. The short drive to the park was swamped with laughter and chatter as Haeun and Jiwoo debated which snacks they’d eat first, and Jiyu chimed in to jokingly claim the cookies for herself.

They soon arrived at the park, the sun gleaming in the sky, covering the wide stretch of grass with its warmth. 

“Last one to the top of the hill is a loser!” Jiyu shouted the moment they stepped out of the car.

Jiwoo and Haeun shrieked with eagerness, darting across the open field toward the hillside. Their little legs carried them faster than anyone expected, their laughter echoing in the open air.

“Wait for us!” Taehyung called, laughing as he started after them, Jungkook following close behind.

“I’m too old for this,” Jiyu muttered with feigned exasperation, though her grin never wavered as she jogged up the hill to catch up.

Jungkook watched them all — Taehyung running casually, Jiyu pretending to be “too cool,” and their kids charging up the hill like little rockets — and his heart jolted with shocks of warmth. 

As they reached the top, breathless but smiling, Haeun flopped down into the grass. “I win!” she declared, spreading her arms wide like she was making a snow angel.

“No fair!” Jiwoo pouted, collapsing beside her. “You cheated.”

Jiyu sat cross-legged close to them, smirking. “No one beats me, but I’ll let you two think you did.”

Taehyung spread the blanket over the grass, smoothing it down with his palms before taking a seat. Jungkook sat beside him as he placed the snack bag in the center. Jiwoo and Haeun immediately dove in, grabbing their favorites, and Jiyu soon followed. 

They savored their time together and the tasty food in a blithe atmosphere, buzzing with giggles and joy.

Once the snacks were demolished and everyone seemed happily full, Haeun jumped to her feet, tugging on Jiwoo’s arm. “Let’s go to the playground!”

Jiwoo wiped his sticky hands on his pants before standing up. “Race you there!”

Haeun squealed, chasing after him as their small figures darted down the hill toward the colorful playground close by. Jiyu lingered for a moment, gazing at them before glancing at Jungkook and Taehyung.

“I’ll keep an eye on them,” she said with a small smile, stretching as she stood. “You two can stay here and have your couple time.”

Taehyung huffed at her teasing tone. “How considerate of you, Jiyu-yah.”

Jungkook grinned as she turned to follow the kids, shouting after them with her high-pitched voice, “If either of you falls off the swings, I’m not carrying you home!”

Once they were gone, Taehyung exhaled a subdued breath and leaned back against Jungkook’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth of the sun soaking into his skin. The sound of the kids’ laughter and the distant squeak of swings rang dimly in their senses, blending with the delicate breeze. 

“They’re growing up so fast,” Taehyung said, his gaze fixed on Haeun and Jiwoo as they played at the swings. “Feels like yesterday we adopted them, and now it’s been three years.”

Jungkook tilted his head to rest against Taehyung’s as he encircled his lower back with a secure arm. “I know. Sometimes I wish I could hit pause and hold on to these moments forever.”

Taehyung nodded, his eyes fond as he watched Jiwoo push Haeun higher on the swings while Jiyu leaned lazily against the slide, her mock-serious scolding audible even from a distance. “They’re happy. That’s all that matters.”

Jungkook’s gaze slid to anchor on Taehyung’s stunning face, the tenderness in his expression as bright as the sunlight breaking through clouds. “It’s because of you, you know. You’re the best dad anyone could ask for.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched as he looked back at Jungkook. “You always say that.”

“Because it’s true,” Jungkook uttered, squeezing his waist. “They’re lucky to have you. And so am I.”

Taehyung painted a string of sugary kisses on Jungkook’s lips, smiling between each one. “I’m luckier.”

Jungkook’s response was a contented sigh as he leaned their foreheads together. “You think Yejun will like the swings?”

Taehyung smiled, imagining the little boy they hadn’t yet met but already loved so much. “I think he’ll love them. And he’ll have two amazing siblings to show him how to play.”

Jungkook hummed in agreement, dipping to steal another kiss — this one slow and lingering, like a promise. “And us. Always us.”

Taehyung caressed Jungkook’s side in loving strokes, sinking into the coziness Jungkook’s presence exuded. “Always.” He withdrew enough to thread their gazes together, holding Jungkook’s cheek in a tender palm. “You made all my dreams come true, Kookie,” he said in a voice as velvet as melted chocolate running into a glass. “Thank you. And I love you. Our moms, our friends, our kids, Jiyu... I love our family so much. You’re my everything, baby bun.”

Consuming bliss encapsulated every inch of Jungkook’s being, butterflies leaping and thrashing about in his stomach. Yes, even after so many years, Taehyung’s words still managed to make him feel like a teenager on his first date — bashful, giddy, and so hopelessly in love he didn’t know where to put it all. 

Jungkook tugged Taehyung closer to his body, cradling him as if he were the most precious being in the whole world. And he was. The prettiest, the cutest, the sexier, the kindest — he was Jungkook’s dream in every possible way, and he was all his. Forever. 

“I love our family and friends too,” Jungkook said with a gentleness stemmed right from his soul, their lips inches apart. “I’m the happiest with you. I can’t exist without you. Thank you for making all my dreams come true. And I love you, baby bear. Always, so much, so deep. Forever.”

Taehyung assimilated the blazing fondness in Jungkook’s twinkling eyes, designed only for him, as his thumb brushed along Jungkook’s cheek. The smile adorning Taehyung’s lips trembled in overwhelming content, his chest tingling with affection. “Forever.”

They sealed the moment with a kiss, the clash of their mouths sweet and delicate, like the caress of a feather. Their tongues brushed and swam together in swipes of adoration, their hands clinging to each other, never wanting to let go. 

They had survived through hell, countless nights of searing agony and devastation, shedding rivers of tears because of their separation. Yet, the five years they had spent apart were nothing compared to their overpowering love. Nothing compared to the lifetime they would spend together, sharing every part of them, every joy, every struggle, and building the most beautiful family they could ever imagine. 

Jungkook and Taehyung were destined to be together, after all. And as they sat tangled up in each other’s arms, watching their kids play, they knew there was nothing more they could ask for.

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The end.

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